Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. I need to make an Aldi run today for a few things I didn’t get yesterday, work on straightening out the insurance / prescription mess and do at least one load of laundry. After that, it’s playing around in the studio.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
It’s very much like me - old, cynical and doesn’t deal well with other people’s nonsense 
Mumpers, of course, do not indulge in nonsense, they’re much better than that.
I’m also with Moooom on the subject of influencers. I care very little for them or their opinions, and as far as I can tell, most of their posts are nothing but vanity and “look at me”. We have our own lives, mine is going to be very different to someone else’s, and that makes me think that influencers really have no bearing on my day to day existence.
Day One in the new office hasn’t been too bad, there have been a few trips upstairs to collect stuff, and we’re without any proper kitchen facilities yet so that will be a nuisance for a while. Other than that, it’s been ok. Next week will be the real test when the whole office is in on Wednesday!
I find the “influencer” title rather arrogant, really, since they’re claiming their opinions actually guide others’ decisions.
My son has been on his own for quite a number of years; he’s in his early thirties. This is his first home purchase, though.
Cleaned up, breakfasted, K-tape on my knee, meatloaf wrap made. Just have to brush my teeth and dress for irk.
New Kitty says Thank You for your kind words. She seems pretty comfy inside, she hasn’t been trying to escape or crying or anything. We do think she’s older than we first thought, she’s just small and skinny.
Jolene is NOT happy about this. She’s sure there is a challenger to her crown in the bathroom and she is not having it. George is confused. Why new friend locked up and not playing?
I’m still focused on finding her a new home quickly, Hubs…not so much.
Other than that, my day includes planting my new posies and taking my left over starts to the library. I gave Harry twenty three-inch milk-weed sprouts and he says thats enough! I’ve also got some leftover tomato and cucumber starts that need to go as well. People don’t go to the library expecting to find plants but the plants always go home the same day.
James has pneumonia but is out of the hospital now so I’ve got some chicken and rice soup going for him. I’ll bring it over in a few hours, I don’t care what medical science has to say, chicken soup is good fer what ails you. Plus he likes mine better than Campbells so he will eat more which isn’t a bad thing in his case.
Fingers crossed here too! Both of you need and deserve some good news for a change!
Your poor sister doesn’t deserve that double whammy either, I hope she can find a place for OCD nephew.
Between the fuzzbutts and our ghost, I’ve gotten pretty used to things moving around on their own!
Mom once got scolded for keeping whole wheat crackers and peanut butter in her desk drawer. She was teaching before schools started serving breakfast and could tell by behavior who had eaten that morning, so quietly fed the hungry ones.
Running is half the battle right there! I used to drive a 1978 Triumph Spitfire, I feel your pain
I was wondering when our orange cat would show up. Every home we’ve owned has come with an orange cat, no reason this one would be different.
I guess the good thing about working Long Night is that you won’t have time to call the folks. Maybe that will give them time to cool down?
When next she starts complaining about desk size, pull out a measuring tape and measure yours, then measure hers. Point out that her’s is bigger than yours and you are management so she should have a smaller desk than you. Maybe that might make her think she shouldn’t try to fix something that isn’t broken?
Good luck!
i reckoned on jolene not being amused. gg is such a good guy. he likes friends.
Third load in the washer. I’ve been to Aldi, the thrift store dropoff, the credit union, and ended with a drive thru for a McLunch. FCD had to come home early to work on a design for the aft shower plumbing.
The afternoon is starting semi-chill. Which works for me.
49F and sunny at 1045, which, while not balmy, is fairly comfortable. All the really bad weather passed us by.
Went to our local bank yesterday to start transferring funds from our Oregon bank to here. It’s all part of consolidating assets into something coherent that a potential executer can figure out easily. Our house sale money is still sitting in Oregon in CDS, so I’m gradually withdrawing it and plopping it here. Sadly, I got the world’s worst bank manager (WWBM) yesterday. The guy barely speaks English, and my Spanish isn’t up to snuff. This is the second time I’ve had to deal with him and he again had to go get someone else to unfuck what he had fucked. Luckily, this amount of money got the main dude’s attention and he bustled in all smiles to help out. I’ll get to do it all over again in three months when another CD rolls over.
Puzzled and exercised. Today was “weight day” which is always tiring.
The wife has her first PT session on Tuesday. I’m glad she’s listening to her doctor for a change. Also, her latest A1C was at 7.2, which is NOT good. Not sure why the doc hasn’t put her on Metformin yet. I’m trying to get her to drastically lower her sugar/carb intake, but it’s a really hard sell.
This is not directly related to your wife, but I often wonder if there’s a point where fretting over one’s diet is pretty much meaningless. I’m thinking about when FCD’s grandmother was in her 90s and her bad cholesterol was elevated. It seems to me, in my totally unprofessional medical opinion, that once one reaches that point, old age will get you long before the cholesterol will cause problems. Surely that’s true of other things. There has to be an age where you might as well enjoy the foods you like because avoiding them won’t have much effect on your remaining longevity.
Or I could be completely wrong… Maybe BBBoo will stop by and share her more qualified opinion.
Fourth load in the washer - I think only one more to go. The house is open and full of fresh air. It’s looking like this will be the last nice, mild day for at least a week. Dammit.
7.2 is in the diabetic range and above target. Just saying.
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I’m now a few days out from surgery. It was laparoscopic, so externally I have 4 small abdominal incisions, an IV bruise, an injection bruise, and bruising around the incisions/navel. I’ve made one visit to the doc to get my navel incision re-glued because it was weirdly saggy/bulgy and a little more swollen than the rest.
It was a longer surgery than the doc had anticipated, but still in range. I had a large uterus, which I knew, and apparently have “very tight abdominal fasciae” that interfered with the initial attempt to place the primary trocar (this perhaps being the reason the umbilical port didn’t seem to be glued nicely). On initial waking, I had nausea and was medicated to the allowable limit, and had ongoing nystagmus for a long time. I wasn’t able to muster the energy for conversation, but eventually woke enough to drink some water and be moved to the secondary recovery area, where my lovely wife joined me.
I eventually managed to eat a Saltine over about an hour, and after working around a not-so-good float nurse, started the discharge process as soon as I thought I could manage the ride home. It was a pretty good pre-op/op/post-op experience overall.
I’m able to walk, get down to and up from the floor, open the refrigerator, shower, and lift up to 15# (though I’m keeping it well below that until the stitches have been in for several days). Coughing is the most painful action; otherwise, I just feel sore. Not kicked-by-a-mule sore, but sports-injury sore. Second most-painful is gas bubbles, for which Gas-X may or may not be doing anything.
I discontinued the oxy last night and switched to ibuprofen, so I can stop the Zofran as well. I have little appetite but I’m shifting myself from simple carbs with the meds to more protein and fat.
Feeling pretty positive about this! Thanks for your good wishes. Topaz is delighted to discover me in the guest room and is curled up between my ankles.
Evening all. Best wishes to all the people having Not Fun right now.
I have been reading but not posting, as it has been a busybusybusy week over here; basically I really need to Get On With It and enter the traditional next stage of a PhD- sitting in a room frantically typing in my pyjamas while becoming entirely detached from the outside world.
Not that being detached from the outside world sounds like a bad thing right now…
I am wishing I had a 1950s-style-housewife to clean and do laundry and make sure I eat healthy, which I think should come along with a stipend for a PhD, but alas, the ratties are not good at that stuff and show little inclination to learn.
It could be worse, lots of students wind up squished into one room in a shared house at this point, while I at least have a 2 bedroom house and a garden to sit out in, plus I can afford to not have to work on the side.
My back is acting up and I didn’t want to get sweat in my new eye, so no yoga this morning. I’ll probably do the more gentle flow class this afternoon. I still picked up our traditional Friday lunch.
To sum:
Yoga - No
Stromboli - Yes.
I’m sure my heart and waistline appreciate it.
Welp, I was just verbally assaulted by a hummingbird. It seems he remembers I had a feeder out last year, and I am a horrible human being for not putting it out yet.
There is now nectar cooling on the counter.
Don’t forget pacing and crying for the full experience. /Dr. Susan
For something that weighs approx. the same as a penny, they sure do have attitude.
“Cheep. Cheep! CHEEEEP!” { hovers at you, then settles on a twig, quietly cursing your ancestors }
I’m glad that she’s doing her PT, but the A1C definitely doesn’t sound good. Shoot, I’m insulin dependent and keep it below 6.5 most of the time.
Yay for recovery, lily!
Aldi run completed and fixing to do laundry. While the wash is washing / drying, I’ll play in the studio.
Hummingbirds are the one thing I really wish we had over this side of the pond.. I mean, we have a perfectly nice selection of birds, and some of them are pretty, small and full of rage, but they just don’t quite hit the spot.
Was threatening to pack it all in and start a bakery instead standard practice when you went through it? People seem to go more for sheep farms up in the hills where I’m based. I’m thinking more plant nursery; for bakeries you apparently need to get up early.
“For what they’re going to pay me, I could fucking well get licensed with my master’s!”
Well, there’s that, I suppose. She’ll turn 80 this year and I know that it bothers her. Her mother died at 86, but as I have pointed out to her, her mother had had a mastectomy and then a serious stroke, so it’s astonishing to me that she made it that far.